I celebrated my birthday this week – really, the whole week was birthday week, which I am not going to complain about! On Tuesday, my parents took us out to eat at Ming Hing for the lunch buffet. I don’t know if I have ever been there. It was a decent buffet for a decent lunch price. Then, on Wednesday, the Yohs took the girls for the day. I picked up Steph for a girls day out. We went shopping for our kids, mostly, but did hit up a store to find a dress for me for Easter. Surprisingly, we found one at the one store we stopped at (Thanks, Sears!) at a 50% off price (Thanks, again, Sears!). We had lunch at Ruby Tuesday. Not only did we enjoy tasty food, but very good conversation. It is not often I spend one-on-one time with my sisters-in-law. I should do it more often, or more intentionally. I think it would be good for us, and it would be a good break from mothering duties. I made it home by about 3:30. Jeremy had been out getting angel food cake, strawberries, and ice cream in honor of my birthday. We ordered pizza (so I didn’t have to cook!) and invited his parents to stay and join us for the party. The girls were all concerned my party wasn’t extravagant enough – where is your happy birthday banner? where are all the people? where are your presents? I assured them that I was happy with things just as they were. Madison helped me blow out my candles and put the birthday tiara on me, so I, too, could be a birthday princess.
I received some replacement cups, new “pizza pans” for the girls to bake in (Ellie broke the other one she used), beautiful cards well decorated, birthday cash, and nice words in a card from Jeremy. I have one more birthday date with just Jeremy and me. And one more angel food cake – with spoon dip this time – to eat. Then, my week is officially over. If you ask me how old I am, I will probably have to do some math in my head. I never really remember. And honestly, I don’t know if it is a sign of age, or that I really don’t care. I figure I am just thankful for the years God has given me, and while each year is different than the last, they all work together to make me, me. So, I am as old as I am.